When we are young, we cannot understand the care of love. Our clenched hands cannot hold the hot future. The ten fingers connected with our hearts burn our youth. After the tears flow into the river, are those waiting still there?
The 18-year-old May obeyed his master and went down the mountain to experience the fate of the world. He met the army captain officer Nie Yuan and began a painful emotional experience. The five-month short marriage ended with Nie Yuan's cold "get out", and the heart-wrenching screams could not win him any mercy. 2 At the age of 0, she spent half her life trying to forget this relationship. Six years later, he whispered softly in the distance: "May, my May." He was willing to accompany her to see the white locust flowers, the bright red peonies, and the tens of millions of hibiscus in the river pond, but could he survive? Blood and tears dye the love rose red, but it is not fragrant all the way.